Page 28 of Pucking Rebound
“Kiss me and find out.”
I’m desperate to do that, but at what cost? Can I risk my position on the team all for just one kiss? Although, I know it won’t be just one kiss, because I’ve wanted her like this for a while now, but she was spoken for, and I knew that was impossible. But now she’s here, grinding herself into me, soaking my boxers in her arousal, begging me to kiss her and my conscience is ping ponging back and forth, trying to decide to do what’s right and stop this or live recklessly for once in my goddamn boring life and have a night of fun. Because I don’t plan on telling anyone about us if we do cross the line together.
I finally reply, “If I kiss you, we can’t tell anyone and just know that I might not ever want to stop or let you go.” My eyes flutter shut and roll back when she does this crazy circular motion with her hips, making precum leak from the slit of my cock.
“I might want you to keep me,” she says in a low, sultry voice as she strokes her fingers down my abs and presses a kiss on the side of my jaw.
All the reasons we shouldn’t be doing this crumble away and all I can think about is having her in any way I can.
“Fuck it.” Crashing my lips against hers, my greedy tongue pushes into her mouth. It’s messy, rushed and filthy, loud and desperate. Hungry and oh, so, fucking perfect.
Lola threads her hands into my hair, digging her nails into my scalp, as if she can’t get enough of me, while slanting her mouth over mine. Our tongues lick and taste each other for the first time, enjoying every hot fucking minute as she grinds into me, making my cock throb from the need to be inside of her.
“I want you, Lola,” I mumble against her mouth. I’ve never wanted anyone so fucking bad in all my life. “I’m so fucking hard for you.”
“I want you too. So much,” she admits between our desperate kisses.
“I want to fuck your dickhead ex out of your system, baby. Let me help you forget.” I'll make her feel so good, she'll forget what heartache ever felt like.
“Yes, do it, Jordy.”
I wrap my arm around her waist to flip us over and continue kissing the shit out of her.
Her needy hips beg for more attention, lacing her legs around my hips to rub herself against me. “Shit, yes,” I hiss into her mouth, our kisses becoming more frantic and feral by the second.
Grabbing the hem of her tee shirt, I pull it up, but I’m too lost in the moment to appreciate her perfect breasts, and drop my lips to her pebbled nipple, biting it before I flick it with my tongue.
I rise to my knees, breaking our connection, and I take a moment to devour her with my gaze.
Her blonde hair fanned out against the black flooring, she’s petite and has a tiny waist I can wrap my hands around sloping to slightly flared hips, perfect tits, not too big and not small, just right, she’s fucking gorgeous.
Dropping my gaze further, I can’t help licking my lips at the sight of her pussy. A little triangle of light hair pointing to her swollen lips I want to slide my tongue between and taste her clit.
“You’re fucking beautiful, baby.”
She reaches down to cup my dick over my boxers, strokes me, then massages my balls, and I almost explode, my dick leaking even more and soaking the fabric.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” I stutter, groaning loudly like a wild, starved animal.
Which I am—after all, a man’s gotta eat. And when it comes to Lola, I want to savor her, indulging as if the fate of the world depends on it.
“As much as you like the underfloor heating.” I place my hand over hers and rub them both over my erection. “I’m not fucking you here, Lola. I want you in my bed, where I can look after you all night long.” I reluctantly pull her up to a sitting position. “Stand up,” I command, sounding surer than I feel.
Doing as she’s instructed, as soon as we’re both on our feet, I lift her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, and I’m hurrying to my bedroom.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I’m praying she doesn’t change her mind.
“I want you, Jordy,” she confirms, then her lips are on mine again.
And I want her too.
We’ll be each other’s dirty little secret.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lola
In comparison to Jordy’s power walk to his bedroom, the way he lays me down on his bed is slow and controlled, as if I’m a precious china doll.
